Building
Monday
Seven P.M.
When they pulled up, the building was being left alone—for the most part. The police tape was up, but there were a few reporters across the street, doing a newscast from the scene on the situation that had gone down earlier.
Talk about bad timing.
On her part.
In Corbin’s report that he’d sent her, he mentioned that the council man had been alerted to the eyeballs in jars by the homicide captain, and she was willing to bet he’d called out the dogs on her, too.
Yeah, no shock there.
Immediately, Ivan knew what she was thinking the second the media came into view.
“Want to head out?” he asked. “Or do you want to deal with the media knowing you’re on the scene? We can do either,” he offered.
She knew it was going to blow this up, but then again, that was going to happen regardless.
By the time they had the DNA and federal warrants to exhume, it was going to be a wild ride into chaos.
There was no point pretending as far as she was concerned.
“I’ll stay,” she said. “We’ll go in, but I need you and Uriel to keep them back. The last thing I need is to be talking about the case and have one of them sneak up on me.”
He got it.
But it worried him.
“Can you not get shanked by a killer who is looking for organs? My face hurts, and I really don’t need your husbands riding my ass over you getting into a bad situation.”
She didn’t miss a beat.
“If it’s hurting you, please know that it’s killing me.”
He stared at her.
“I hate that you can throw them back at me so fast. It’s annoying that I walked right into that.”
She laughed.
Yeah, and that was why she did it.
“What’s going to be annoying is when Blue sees that, and she texts me to ask why I let the pretty boy get beat up. Trust me. I’m annoyed, too. Bob and weave, Marine. They teach you that when they hand you a knife at basic.”
He just rolled his eyes.
Yeah, they also didn’t teach you how to protect a director who was as wily as they came. That should be in the handbook, too.
Getting out, they headed toward the building. As soon as they got inside, they heard growling.
Oh, boy.
“A dog, huh?” Callen asked, pulling his gun. “That would have been nice to know beforehand.”
Gene just laughed.
